If I seemed distracted at church today, it had everything to do with the awesome little blessing you gave us.
As you’re WELL-AWARE, I spent my time chasing Iron Will as he:
- body tackled that unsuspecting little girl;
- ripped off all those flower petals;
2/4:
- attempted to commandeer the golf cart used to transport the mobility-impaired;
- pulled over a display stand;
- coated the window with milk from his bottle;
- practiced throwing EVERY object not nailed down;
3/4:
- and, for his finale, as I was attempting to simultaneously control him with one hand AND answer Nature’s call, he threw his matchbox car in the toilet initiating a chain of events I’m not ready to discuss in detail or without hyperventilating.
Besides, you know my heart.
4/4:
And his.
And you know I need him more than he needs me.
So now, as we blow bubbles, I just wanted to say “Thank you!” for the gift of Iron Will’s energetic, exploratory, unrelenting zeal for life.